Sam didn't remember a lot of what had happened. He had been in DC with Dean working a case and that was it. What else had happened? He couldn't remember anything. He blinked his eyes open, his head spinning. Where was he? This didn't look anything like Washington.

Sam seemed to be in some sort of basement or jail. The conditions were dreadful. Sam shifted and suddenly felt the chains around his wrists that he hadn't noticed before. How could he be so stupid? He was trained to be better than this. He sighed, leaning his head against the wall again, listening for anything useful.

"Are you awake?" a voice asked, making Sam jump a bit. It was dark in the room and he couldn't quite see the owner.

"Yeah. I think," Sam said, trying to force his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He could just make out a silhouette of a man.

"Good. They hit you pretty hard. I thought they killed you or something," the voice chuckled a bit. "What's your name?"

"Sam. Sam Winchester."

Sam watched as the man came closer to Sam, so he could properly see his features. He was tall with long dark hair and dull eyes. He was also in handcuffs, but his were a bit more advanced. Sam noticed that his left arm was made out of metal.

"Bucky Barnes."

What kind of name was Bucky, Sam thought as he looked at him.

"Where are we?"

"Siberia. Hydra facility. I'd recognize this dingy cell anywhere."

Russia? How the hell did Sam not only get out of the country but out of the continent?

"That can't be possible. I was in DC! With my brother!"

"I was in New York with my friend. They have people everywhere." Bucky sighed and looked around like he had memories of this place. "I never thought I'd have to be back here."

Sam was about to ask what he meant by that when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching their cell. There were two men talking in what Sam thought was Russian, but Sam couldn't tell since he knew zero Russian.

The two men stopped, clicking a light on which sent the entire cell into brightness. Sam could finally see what the cell looked like. It had two cots, but that was about it and the walls were made of cement.

"Mission report," one said. Sam looked at the man confused, but he realized that he was talking to Bucky, who was saying nothing.

"Misson report, Solider," the other said. Bucky said nothing as he looked down at his hands.

"New recruit. He looks strong. He'll be perfect-"

"Don't."

It was Bucky, finally looking up threatening at the men, who laughed. "You're not in charge anymore, Sergent. It's no longer 1945."

Sam didn't know what they meant by that, but it made Bucky shut up. What had this guy been through?

"What's your name?" the man asked, looking into Sam's eyes.

"Sam. What's yours? Douchebag?"

The man looked unfazed as he only smiled. "Bring him to Op. I want to see how far he can go."

Bucky glared at the men as they opened the cell door. He looked like he wanted to fight, but the advanced cuff on his arm prevented him from using it. Sam was dragged to his feet and led off. He looked at Bucky, confused.

"Oh, he can't save you. He's muzzled." the first man said, smiling at Bucky who shot him daggers with his eyes as he watched them lead Sam off.